Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1887-06-02

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result OF military discipline. Withal
be Is very kindly In bis own cirele,is
a supporter and genuine lcYer OF art
and music, end has his box i'm the
Metropolitan Opera.House. lie was
not TO the seaside with bis wife. some
business engagements having kept
him at home.
Mrs. Astor, Of course, was the
cynosure Of oil observers. She had
many friends among the Philadelphi-
ans at the house. TO whom indeed she
was like their own townsman, as her
son is married to Miss May Paul OF
this city, who, the Queen Of Italy
once said, Is the handsomest American
her Majesty had ever seen. She was
not much in evidence, however, and
remained In her own room mostly ali
the day. Her mother In New York
was extremely ~ sad the fear OF
death was always before her eyes. at
last the blow came. She was at din
ner in the public dining-rocm, when
servant handed her q dispatch an
nouncing her mothers death. What
her grief was need not be said. She
controlled it nobly in the presence of
others. She desired now only one
thing-to reach her people la New
York She sent ont her servant To
engage q special train for her. The
m an came back and told her be bad
not succeeded. She sent out another
and enlisted the clerks Of the hotel in
her behalf Money was Of no mo-
ment She would pay any price out
of her millions for the boon But
there was failure oil around. The Of
iciaIs OF the road could not arrange
the matter, and so this poor woman
with her useless wealth had to wait
hours in her sorrow for the regular
train through to New York
Her companion in millions, Mrs.
Gammell, was also her comrade In
sorrow. One scarcely ever caughta
a glimpse of her face, all lined and
scanned by suffering. She had just
lost her iavorite son, bright boy OF
eighteen or nineteen. and had come
to the seaside directly from his grave.
Occasionally one might see her black
robed figure with its sad face, fitting
along the corridor. but she seldom
left her room. Only sat with her
grief in its silence.
Sermons /?
Yes ; truly they are sermons.
| recalled on my way to the shore,
passing superb marute- FnsAvS- -A'A- -.a..s--
West End. There was no sign Of
life in or about it. though doubtless
there was human existence within.
It was like tomb; so mSssive, and
white, and still. 1t was the residence
of Mrs. Jayne, the widow Of DIR. Dav-
id jayne, who made fortune of sew
eral millions out of patent medicines.
When he first met the woman who
afterwards became his wife, then his
widow, she was i'm his own employ en-
gagged In the exhilarating occupation
of wrapping circulars around bottles OF
nostrums. He was then a wid0wer
with children growing up, and there
was some opposition on their p art of
the marriage. The marriage took
piece, however, just the same, and
DIR. Jayne began building his splendid
residence in the fashionable quarter.
Just as it was finished he died His
widow moved into it afterwards, but
she has seen few happy days there
The house is never lighted up for any
entertainment !; no splendid company
ever gathers under its roof no child
ish laughter rings through Its richly
appointed rooms. The widow lives
there almost alone, save for her serv-
ants.
It is said that when she welded her
last husband there was a condition
imposed that after the marriage she
would know none of her own family.
The will was quite in q line with such
q provision. While it imposed the
splendid residence on the widow it
made no adequate provision for the
support OF style of living that would
be in harmony with the costliness and
luxury of the dwelling. Soft is said
that Mr.. Jayne while appearing TO
live in regal solemnity, if not regal
magni6cence, has quite as much difficult
ty in making the ends meet as do
many of her old time poor relations.